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Unfortunately only Northern Italy
While one goes on an absolute trip around the world with Joop Homme, Joop Go only needs a walk in the Milanese bacon belt.
The day begins with spraying. Close your eyes, breathe in deeply through your nose. And off you go?
Unfortunately no, we're on our way to a Milanese suburb pension. But there at least on the balcony.
Now one could have the hope that the balcony would lie over an orange tree garden in blossom in a beautiful geraniums / peony border.
So we take all our courage and risk a look over the balcony parapet.
We'll see. Freshly mowed lawn. The kitchen window is open below us. The landlady has just mopped the kitchen floor with lime
Smells artificially chemical, but still fresh.
We do not give up hope and move in joyful anticipation towards the centre of Milan. Pulsating fashion metropolis of Italy.
Close your eyes, inhale deeply through your nose. Where does the Go take us exciting?
Unfortunately now the complete crash follows. Instead of meeting a sailor in Jean Paul's office, we end up in a warehouse that is apparently used to store clothing donations. A rancid, pungent smell reminiscent of moth balls haunts the wearer from now on and incessantly.
From now on you are on the run from yourself. Panic sets in. Didn't you want to have lunch?
Anyway, apetite is gone. The colour of the face is slowly approaching the colour of the bottle.
Finally the pension is in sight. Let's go in... Shower!
The day begins with spraying. Close your eyes, breathe in deeply through your nose. And off you go?
Unfortunately no, we're on our way to a Milanese suburb pension. But there at least on the balcony.
Now one could have the hope that the balcony would lie over an orange tree garden in blossom in a beautiful geraniums / peony border.
So we take all our courage and risk a look over the balcony parapet.
We'll see. Freshly mowed lawn. The kitchen window is open below us. The landlady has just mopped the kitchen floor with lime
Smells artificially chemical, but still fresh.
We do not give up hope and move in joyful anticipation towards the centre of Milan. Pulsating fashion metropolis of Italy.
Close your eyes, inhale deeply through your nose. Where does the Go take us exciting?
Unfortunately now the complete crash follows. Instead of meeting a sailor in Jean Paul's office, we end up in a warehouse that is apparently used to store clothing donations. A rancid, pungent smell reminiscent of moth balls haunts the wearer from now on and incessantly.
From now on you are on the run from yourself. Panic sets in. Didn't you want to have lunch?
Anyway, apetite is gone. The colour of the face is slowly approaching the colour of the bottle.
Finally the pension is in sight. Let's go in... Shower!
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